It was ten o’clock in the morning and I sat beside her there on the front cement porch. Her hands shook. She finished peeling all the potatoes and she started to cook.
When readers from all over the world read my words, I am understood as a woman. When Afghans work together to bring peace in Afghanistan, love catches me.
If there is hell in the other world, I hope he is there and I am sure he is.
They were really friendly and nice and introduced everyone in the family. Suddenly, their dog came out and they introduced the dog.
Ali was an old enemy of Tahira’s family. He went to the family and reported what he had seen, and then he spread the word to the village.
I asked why the boys of the family did not have to do any work and were highly regarded while the girls worked all the time and were treated with no respect. She said, “Because they are male!”
I was able to meet her alone for ten minutes in the small, secluded backyard while she was hanging the clothes she had washed.
Sabera was born in 1994 in central Afghanistan and soon will begin university studies on a scholarship. She joined AWWP so she can write about the issues Afghan society has faced. For example, she remembers while growing up during the war her school had one teacher for 100 students, and he was put to death for teaching un-Islamic lessons.